One thing that my sisters and I were (and are) obsessed with is this small, skinny closet door in my parents' bedroom. It opens to a small linen closet. On the inside of the door are marks, dates, and names measuring growth.
Of course, I wonder who all of those people were. There are SO many names. Is it a mish-mash of lots of previous owners? Or is it one extended family, who would line up there, maybe on Christmas when they gathered together? A mystery.
I've always wanted to do something similar, but didn't want to mark up a door or wall in my house. But then I figured, who cares? Charlotte doesn't.
So I started last August, much to Michael's chagrin. He likes things just so, and didn't appreciate that I did this to the pantry. But he's grown to love it too, even though he'd never admit it.
They love to see how much they've grown, and so do I. And now I'm off to clean my pantry door, now that I have evidence as to how dirty it is.